Anna Karenina eBook

Crossing the meadow, Konstantin Levin came out onto
the road, and met an old man with a swollen eye, carrying
a skep on his shoulder.

“What? taken a stray swarm, Fomitch?”
he asked.

“No, indeed, Konstantin Dmitrich! All
we can do to keep our own! This is the second
swarm that has flown away.... Luckily the lads
caught them. They were ploughing your field.
They unyoked the horses and galloped after them.”

“Well, what do you say, Fomitch—­start
mowing or wait a bit?”

“Eh, well. Our way’s to wait till
St. Peter’s Day. But you always mow sooner.
Well, to be sure, please God, the hay’s good.
There’ll be plenty for the beasts.”

“What do you think about the weather?”

“That’s in God’s hands. Maybe
it will be fine.”

Levin went up to his brother.

Sergey Ivanovitch had caught nothing, but he was not
bored, and seemed in the most cheerful frame of mind.
Levin saw that, stimulated by his conversation with
the doctor, he wanted to talk. Levin, on the
other hand, would have liked to get home as soon as
possible to give orders about getting together the
mowers for next day, and to set at rest his doubts
about the mowing, which greatly absorbed him.

“Well, let’s be going,” he said.

“Why be in such a hurry? Let’s stay
a little. But how wet you are! Even though
one catches nothing, it’s nice. That’s
the best thing about every part of sport, that one
has to do with nature. How exquisite this steely
water is!” said Sergey Ivanovitch. “These
riverside banks always remind me of the riddle—­do
you know it? ’The grass says to the water:
we quiver and we quiver.’”

“I don’t know the riddle,” answered
Levin wearily.

Chapter 3

“Do you know, I’ve been thinking about
you,” said Sergey Ivanovitch. “It’s
beyond everything what’s being done in the district,
according to what this doctor tells me. He’s
a very intelligent fellow. And as I’ve
told you before, I tell you again: it’s
not right for you not to go to the meetings, and altogether
to keep out of the district business. If decent
people won’t go into it, of course it’s
bound to go all wrong. We pay the money, and
it all goes in salaries, and there are no schools,
nor district nurses, nor midwives, nor drugstores—­
nothing.”

“Well, I did try, you know,” Levin said
slowly and unwillingly. “I can’t!
and so there’s no help for it.”

“But why can’t you? I must own I
can’t make it out. Indifference, incapacity—­I
won’t admit; surely it’s not simply laziness?”

“None of those things. I’ve tried,
and I see I can do nothing,” said Levin.

He had hardly grasped what his brother was saying.
Looking towards the plough land across the river,
he made out something black, but he could not distinguish
whether it was a horse or the bailiff on horseback.